
Holy hooch!
Gea!
What are you doing, now Mas Ozan is behind me with a gaze full of question marks, while my finger, I accidentally pressed the delete button there.
"Geea!"
Mas Ozan's voice rose, he took his laptop and stared at the contents, he was initially speechless before his facial expression changed drastically.
"Why are you doing this?" ask Ozan who made me bow.
Now what should I answer? How about, I was silent for a moment, Mas Ozan rubbed his face and restored his hair with a look of disappointment.
"I asked you, what is Gea!"
The impact made me speechless, Mas Ozan just this time snapped, usually he always spoke softly to me but this time his aura was different.
"You know, I've been doing this all day, for the sake of my office, and you've deleted it, you mean what?" ask Ozan back.
Go Gea! Say it! Tell me that you have a grudge against this village chief, you have an unfinished heartache, come on Gea! Say it!
"M-I'm sorry, Mom."
Jesus Gea! Why even that sentence that said, you should answer, that you did this because you hurt him.
"Already Gea, I don't know what your reason is, you better sleep now, I have to do this, I'm disappointed with you Gea," Ozan walked out of the room leaving me in my own room with Gibran.
He thinks he's who, but come to think of it, he's made me moan like this, there's a magnet with what power this guy is, really husband material, I think he's going to abuse me, but he is still trying to be patient now.
Whether my grudge was avenged, it was, but there was something stuck up and I did not know what it was, I walked over to Gibran and stared at him for a moment.
I better just go.
I took some of my clothes in the closet I had arranged yesterday and put them in my suitcase, along with my laptop and some of my proposals.
Arriving in the city later, I will explain to Enjel that I gave up, it seems I love Mas Ozan, so that my love is greater than my hate, I will give money to the student I replaced, because I'm not doing their job.
"Gibran, actually, you've met Papa you love, but sorry Mama well, Mama can't be honest now," I whispered to Gibran who was still asleep.
I grabbed my phone, typed Enjel's number there, the distance of the village and the highway here was very far, about half an hour, I couldn't possibly walk out, I called Enjel and asked him to call someone to pick me up at the village at two o'clock tonight, I'm leaving tonight.
Before leaving, I grabbed my laptop back, inserted a flash that actually contained Mas Ozan's report data, you know, I'm not entirely evil here, waiting for my invitation, you know, I'll finish Mas Ozan's job.
For a report like this does not take long for me, because indeed the rest of the report is only the finishing part, and after completion I put the laptop and open the flash.
The clock is still ten o'clock and I have to fall asleep immediately or pretend to sleep maybe, I know for sure Mas Ozan is upset right now.
As I slept hugging Gibran, I heard a footstep coming in, I knew it was Mas Ozan's footsteps, a hand rubbing my head and I felt something coming down my forehead.
"Sorry dear, I don't intend to yell at you, Mas is just a bit upset, however you are Mas's wife, and this task can still be completed, you are more important right should be," murmured Mas Ozan.
Uh! It feels crying, it feels like this heart is not strong, because Mas Ozan's words are so sincere to me, but my decision is already unanimous I will still go tonight.
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I woke up at half-time, I looked next to Mas Ozan already asleep, while I immediately grabbed my phone and checked the message from the person who picked me up, he was already in front of the house.
I carried Gibran to sleep, pulled my bag out of the house, glanced at Mas Ozan, was it true that I was in love but why should this be, revenge and love are distinguished.
Just so you know, those are two different things that I fear vengeance, destroying my feelings under the pretext of love.
"Sorry, Mom."
I walked out of the room, opened the door, and sure enough, my motorbike had arrived, after arriving at the highway, Enjel was already there with his car so I had some quick time back in town.
And tomorrow Friday, I just pray that I don't meet Mas Ozan, I know I'm still his wife, but let me think of another way to get this straight, and it's not now.
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#Ozan:
I am still a little upset with Gea, no matter what the intention and purpose is to delete all my data without remaining, but this will be collected on Saturday, he said, and off my day the rest of Thursday because Friday I have to meet my parents in town.
It was very upset, so I chose to get out of the room carrying a laptop and calm down, after I thought I shouldn't be yelling at Gea, maybe he had other reasons, but I was emotional first, I was emotional first, so after a little calm, I chose to go into the room and found Gea was asleep, seeing that I chose to kiss her forehead, this is the activity that I really like the most.
After that, I chose to sleep next to Gea, I resigned, at least I did not lose my wife if later I lost this position.
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I woke up in the morning, but there was something different, there was neither Gibran nor Gea here, somewhere he was, I walked out of the room and did not find him nor even Gea Bag was there, suspicious, I checked the closet and sure enough, Gea and Gibran's clothes were gone.
Is Gea angry?
I glanced at the nightstand and found a letter that contained something like this
Mas, this is Gea, sorry Gea well, Gea actually does not want to be like this, but it seems like revenge controls the heart of Gea.
Actually Gea really hate the same Mas Ozan, because in the past Mas Ozan did not want to be responsible, finally Brother Ratna died, yes Brother Ratna is his brother Gea.
And Gibran is Ratna's and Mas Ozan's older son, Gea is not actually a student, Gea's only goal here is to get revenge, but inexplicably Mas Ozan's wife.
It's got a flash drive, Mas reports Gea's done it all, and Gea says, Gea wants to go back to town leaving all this behind.
Thanks, Mas.
Reading the letter, made me stunned, so all this time?
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